I'm a sinner with no regrets.I'm a man with no shame.I'm a lover with no soul.What am I?You're a loner with no friends.You're a beggar with no place to go.You're a face with no name.Who are you?It doesn't really matter what I am or who you are. Everyone has sin in common. But I pride myself on doing it better. Through the eyes of another, I am envied. If they only knew the wrath I have endured. Greed can be a motherfucker, but it is what makes us strive to be better. Lust can make you burn, but without it you would freeze to death. Some of us are a glutton for punishment and want to feel the pain that reminds us we're still alive rather than overcome by sloth.The lure of these seven deadly sins is like an addiction. And I intend to indulge in each of these unforgivable sins.

I cross my arms over my chest, getting more comfortable. "Come in," I call out.The door opens, and she comes walking in as if she owns the place. Shoulders pulled back and chin up. She is dressed much differently than she was last night, but it doesn't change the fact she's beautiful. She's pulled her long, dark hair up into a messy ponytail with loose pieces framing her flawless face. She has an oversized white t-shirt on that hangs off one shoulder. The color of her bra strap gets my attention. Black — my favorite color. She's wearing a pair of black yoga pants that hugs her thin legs. Even though they cover more of her legs than her shorts did from last night, they seem more sexual. More intimate in a way that makes me want to peel them off her slowly."I need to have a word with you..." I arch a brow at her hard tone even though it did sound cute "...sir", she adds a little softer, and I hide my smile. So she doesn't have as much backbone as she wants me to think she has."I don't think we've been properly introduced," I say as I stand. I reach out my right hand toward her. "My name is..."She holds up her hand stopping me. "I know who you are." She cocks a dark eyebrow. "A word?" She's all business.I smirk as I sit back down. "Of course. And please, call me Case." I gesture to the chair that sits across my desk."I'll stand. This won't take long." She takes in a deep breath, and I allow myself a quick look at her large chest hidden behind that t-shirt. I can't touch her, but I sure as hell can enjoy the view."What can I do for you?" I ask with amusement. I can think of several things I could do for her, all of which would require her being naked and bent over my desk. I rub my hands on my thighs as I feel my cock start to harden at the thought of her, open-mouthed, moaning in pleasure."My brother told me that he owes you." She gets right to the point.My face hardens at that statement. My amusement is replaced with anger. What else did he tell her? "I don't see where what business I have with your brother is any of yours," I say flatly.She crosses her arms over her chest and lets out a huff. The motion blows the dark strands around her face. "That is where you are wrong. I don't know what he owes you, but I'm willing to pay it."I refrain from chuckling at that. I lean forward and place my forearms on my desk. She quickly scans the tattoos on my arms and then looks back at me. "Taylor...""Call me Miss Williams," she informs me lifting her chin."Miss Williams, I assure you that you cannot pay what he owes me."I watch as her tough act starts to unravel. "I don't have a lot of money, that's true. But maybe I can make payments," she offers, her voice sounding more desperate than demanding.I shake my head. "This isn't about money."She stomps her foot, and I chuckle. Her beautiful blue eyes narrow on me as she uncrosses her arms and points an angry finger at me. "Name your price!" she demands. "Everyone has a price."If she only knew how right she is, but I say, "There is no price."She throws her arms out to her side. "I came here---" She pauses as she looks around the room as if it can give her some sort of an answer. Then she mutters a curse in frustration. When she looks back up at me, she looks desperate. Her eyes have softened, making them look lighter than they are. Her lips part as she breathes in a sigh, and her shoulders slump in defeat. And I hate that I like the way it looks. That it makes me feel like she needs me. That I hold all the answers. Too bad she's not gonna get them.

"Pulled in from page one and I'm still addicted to this book even after finishing it. The twists and turns Shantel takes you on will have your head spinning and your heart pounding." ~ Judy Miracle"If you're looking for a new Addiction then this is the book for you!! Shantel will have you Addicted by the first chapter. I couldn't put it down." ~ Kelly Tucker"Addiction is a great story with lots twists and turns that will be sure to keep you on your toes." ~ Rachael Duncan (Author)

Shantel is a Texas born girl who now lives in Tulsa, Oklahoma with her high school sweetheart, who is a wonderful, supportive husband and their four year old little princess. She loves to spend time cuddled up on the couch with a good book.She has published five books in the Undescribable series and 2 books in the DASH series. She considers herself extremely lucky to get to be a stay at home wife and mother. Going to concerts and the movies are just a few of her favorite things to do. She hates coffee, but loves wine. She and her husband are both huge football fans, college and NFL. And she has to feed her high heel addiction by shopping for shoes weekly.Although she has a passion to write, her family is most important to her. She loves spending evenings at home with her husband and daughter, along with their two cats and dog.